Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.